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"So just quit." He said.
"I would love to ichi but I can't. That job no matter how annoying pays the rent and the utilities." She said letting her hair down and then putting it in a ponytail. "Come on walk with me if you don't mind."
Of course he didn't. As they began walking away, they continued their conversation.
"But if money's all that's keeping you there, then you're going to end up miserable." He said.
"Yeah I know." She said. "But I don't plan on working there for the rest of my life. Once I save up enough I'm quitting for sure, and gonna move away from Japan."
He stopped walking. "You're leaving?"
She stopped walking as well. "Yeah. Nothing's keeping me here and I would much rather settle down in a place that's a lot less crowded."
She sensed his spiritual pressure spike for a moment before going back down. His eyes were hidden under bangs that had fell over them. Did he want her to stay?
Out of nowhere, she found herself reaching up, and moving his bangs out of the way. His piercing, scowling gaze locked onto hers. Realizing what she was doing, she blushed and hastily withdrew her hand. Ichigo grasped it before it was fully withdrawn.
She gasped. A wind blew in their direction.
"Ichigo?" she questioned.
His grip tightened slightly. He hadn't realized how much he missed being in her presence. How much he missed her smiles and kooky behavior at times. Even her weird eating habits. He didn't realize up until this moment how much he loved this auburn beauty.
He suddenly let go of her hand.
"Come on, I'll walk you home." he said walking away.